Kill the Numbers [Dark Data]

[Kuzuru]

“Damnit,” Kuzuru groaned.

Every breath filled his lungs with fire and every exhale brought a blood-filled coughing fit. His heart pulsed with a heavy haphazard staccato, the kind of uneven rhythm that even a pacemaker couldn’t fix. Muscle fibers shredded themselves and his bones cracked. This was the exquisite kind of pain usually reserved for those in the Underverse. Kuzuru screamed and raged and thrashed about until his screaming and raging and thrashing brought splatters of blood and fractured bones. He tried to stand but felt something in his abdomen tear, forcing him back to his knees. With each passing moment another agony made itself known with ferocious vigor.

Kuzuru crawled to the edge of his perch and examined the battlefield. White splotches, like cigarette burns in a film reel, dotted his vision as the darkchips assailed his sight. He squeezed his eyes shut and sniffed the air. A wave of ecstasy washed over his body. He smiled and sighed dreamily. There was so much blood. The tide of pleasure was quickly swallowed as anguish gripped him once again. He reopened his eyes and did his best to absorb the conflict. A new wave of excitement crashed over his body. They were all fighting, it was as profoundly beautiful to him as any Van Gogh or Monet piece. Were he not already crying the sight would have brought a tear to his eyes. The lad with the whip was standing toe-to-toe with their monstrous adversary. Morene was still fighting despite the fist-sized hole in her gut; God, how he did admire her perseverance. Claptrap and Miranda brought a smile to his face, they were adding their own strokes to this masterpiece of violence and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t proud. Even the girl, who he had mentally likened to a baby gazelle, seemed to finally get some pep and vinegar in her. So much fun was being had and he was too fucked up to participate. That, that, was a damn shame.

Using his wings as a brace he crawled to his feet. His whole body teetered back and forth as his muscles quivered under the strain. For a moment he was afraid he was going to be sent toppling over the edge. An uncomfortable warmth filled a cavity in his chest and he began to retch. An invisible nailgun was plugging him with rusty shafts of metal and once again he buckled over, falling onto his ass. He moaned and writhed, rolling onto his side and clutching at the fresh wounds appearing across his flesh. His organs were liquefying and his bones were splintering. He closed his eyes and turned his thoughts inward.

Nebula, nebula, talk to me baby.

No response.

Nebby, you bitch, don’t ignore me, answer me.

Again, no answer. Kuzuru chuckled.

You know what’s fucked up Nebby darling? What’s real fucked up is that I know you’re playing me; I know for a fact you’re playing me hard, and yet your offer is so damned tantalizing.

The silence was deafening. He fished around in his pocket for the three remaining darkchips and clamped his hand around them. For a while he laid there suffering.

But you know what? If I accepted your candy and got in your van I’d be no better than that wuss Renji. I’d be a God damned parasite Nebby. I can’t do that to myself, I’ve got too much of this damned pride.

He laughed for a few moments and sat up. He looked down at the darkchips in his palm. His hand refused to stop shaking.

But, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to keep the candy you've given me.

With that he threw the chips down his gullet and swallowed. The results were immediate and terrible. Veins ruptured in his body, spilling their red payload into any available cavity. The marrow in his bones turned to molten lead and his teeth screamed with a piercing resonance. A razor blade was taken to his joints and his muscles snapped like old rubber bands. The liquid in his eyes boiled and his mouth filled with blood. He screamed and stood up. Violet lightning enveloped his body as he stumbled to the cliff’s edge.

Without breaking stride he stepped over the precipice and plummeted. His wings snapped open and caught him halfway down. He landed next to his abandoned guitar. With strained movements he grabbed the instrument and threw the strap over his shoulder. Taking a moment to compose himself he raised his arm and brought it down across the strings. A horrible chord squealed across the battlefield, drawing the dragon’s attention to the dying demon.

Kuzuru shouted in a distorted and pained voice, “that’s right you bastard! Look upon me and weep you worthless excuse for a Darkloid!”

The twisted dragon roared and lumbered towards its new target. Kuzuru glanced to his sides, regarding the other liberators.

“Take notes kiddos!” he shouted, his voice becoming more and more fractured, “when faced with your death, do not hide and cry for help like this coward, stare it down and make them remember your name!”

With that said Kuzuru slung the guitar across his back and sprouted a fresh set of blades from his forearms. By now his body had begun to disintegrate. hunks of flesh were missing, having been devoured by the darkness. His eyes were filled with violet marbles and his vision was constricted to a narrow field of grey. He slapped his wings against the ground and launched into the air. The dragon roared and licks of flame danced in its throat. Kuzuru turned sharply, aiming himself straight for the beast’s open maw. With a scream the demon rocketed towards the gaping abyss, slamming through a wall of flames on his way in. The last the liberators saw of Kuzuru was that dark silhouette being swallowed by an inferno.

WITNESS ME!
Kuzuru has activated his three remaining darkchips, DARK RECOVERY, DARK DRIVER, and GIGA THUNDER.

He has thrown himself down the dragon’s gullet to questionable effect.

If it is possible I’d like to activate my tier one defensive super move “Demon Lotus” while in its stomach. Not for the purpose of avoiding damage, but I think in this instance it’d be used well as a damaging tool. If Blink allows it we have 3 OP left.